Over it she put on a sort of tunic of green and orange damask, edged with glittering sequins.
"Oh," cried Nan, relieved, "I didn't know it was a fancy dress affair." "It isn't," returned Patty.

"They all wear this sort of clothes." "They _do_?
Are they supposed to be brainy ?--Blaney, I mean!" "Don't be unpleasant, Nancy, it doesn't suit you.

And, honestly, I like these people, and I like to be with them.

Now, it would be silly of me to wear my usual dance frocks where everybody dresses quite differently.

So, don't criticise unkindly, will you ?" "Of course not, you goosie.